The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-04-17

Z y | II !
Won't you gice my book your personal qt-
tentiOn.'
"Ain't pleased? Hah." exclaimed Ned,
with friendly violence, didn't that sneaky,
downcast looking cur, that Bell, read your
vol. one!"
Yes
That's it." said Ned. that's Just what's
the matter" The ineegance and mac
curacy of my friends speech / always par
doned in view of its hearty good nature.
Now he went on, ''you carry that
IN S Che pronounced the letters separately
Nelse, to a publisher that's got decent
reader.n
But l answered, II haven't another
copy, and the original scrawl was destroyed
bit by Bit
Ned Went 10 his business and / went
where | received 500 on my watch from
Hebrew gentleman. Nothing remained of
the 81 900, my whole patrimony, with which
| had launched into life and literature some
timing over year before. | was All orphan,
without friends aud possessed of the most
genteel and upifted idea about the sorts of
labor cOnsonan: with a young gentleman S
dignity
In two weeks presented myself at Pen
ningtons, asking: Have you read the second
part sirIn
band the day l had leisure and Well,
! well, it's quite useless Mr. Bell found the
first part unavailable, but--but-come in to-
morrow.
Tomorrow, accordingly, l came.
Mr.. Bell" said Pennington-only mildly
fretful when he spoke to this uncanny per
| son--''did you find this young mans manu-
scrigtr,,
the second part laid the first on your desk
beside it, I've not seen either since"
You don't mean to say"-and [ was
rather glad to use asperity toward Bell
you don't mean to say that my book is
lostr'
Il can't find it," Bell replied. Haven't
you copy|
Not copp of a single line"
His wondering eyes dwelt on me for a
moment with show of sympathy, Il hated
him for that pretense, and he said, Come
i'll again.
After I'd sold my seal ring did come in
| again, then again, and yet again, after
various other trinkets had gone to keep
| it company, until at last one day Bell de
| clared:
That manuscript is hopelessly lost"
What persons have access to this Officer
| asked with stern meaning.
Let me see, Bell answered. and felt
that he was trying to appear unconscious of
my searching glance, ''on that particular
| day, which | happened to remember well,
hardly any one came in
YES Pennington added, speaking to
Bell. Il remember the day too because my
daughter was here and He stopped sud
denly, coughed, and scrawled line in the
letter before him, while / said to myself
80 the pretty schoolgirl is his daughter. ="
Bell seemed agitated. and if ever guilt were
written on mans countenance read it in
his.
I'VE issue printed notice, " explained Pen
nington, stating that we are not response
bic for rejected manuscripts. However, if
yours turns up wen send it TO you.n
Ned Russell dropped in as usual that night
and tried TO comfort me by offering to insult
Bell IN the open street The poor fellow
left ME s., which knew he would have to
save out of his frugal lunches for month to
come.
Well, tried writing stories, poems and
sqmbs Tor the papers, and these productions
were invariably returned Ned's So dress
suit and other garments all melted away,
gradually converted into two meals a day
and sIIndry SopS to my landlady who with
her capacious figure used TO bar my passage
ON the stairs. 1t seems strange that through
all this stress | never thought Of lowering
the standard by which l measured the en-
piOynent that could accept. was suffer
ing from pride, Sonsitivenoss and all those
mental diseases which in turn spring from
a misapprehension OF the value Of unit in
the universe. In short, was a weli-educated
young gentleman. who finds getting on in
the world very different from getting on in
his college classroom.
The winter set in particularly severe, and
my Hebrew banker after loud depreciation
of an excellent overcoat. Lad announced
with desperate, suicidal gesture "Vcn. |
gif YOU four dollar on dot old goat BY
January the last penny of that last money
had vanished, and one night / went super
less to bed. In the morning. awalling very
hungry and very cold, | wandered out into
the streets. There was snow on the ground.
and | walked briskly across a small uptown
park. buttOning up thin frock coat Pass
ing out of the park gate a SNOWFALL hit me
fairly in the back There were bows at play
all about, 50 | never even looked around.
But presently ] was struck again. in particu-
larly vicious way. right on the neck. and
/ wheeled about sharply TO see what small
boy might be the culprit. To my surprise
the guilty rascal seemed to have been al
ready captured ard that by a young girl, who
was saying: